We get that paper baby boy, it's easy   You want to be who? You can't be me   Shorty gave me that ass on GP   Rollin' in a G-500, or the Porsche, roof open      And I know that you're hopin' that I fall real soon   But I ain't goin' nowhere, hate to bust your balloon   And there ain't that much room for all us   Limited space, the game like a tour bus      I won't break, I just take, take and take   Rape and rape, the game til there's no more cake   Snitch ass niggaz givin' up identities   Ain't my forte makin' pennies      They soft like ice cream, sweeter than Ben & Jerry's   Like [Incomprehensible], leavin' nowhere to be found but buried   The gun won't fail me, the money won't leave me   Stop schemin' on me baby 'cause it ain't that easy      Niggaz leave prints 'cause their palms so greasy   Their mind read easy, I see right through 'em   The AK'll do 'em, like nobody doin' 'em   Stop, it's best that you keep it movin', you'll get shot      We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air   No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here   Oh man homey, hate to do you like this   Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click      We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air   No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here   Oh man homey, hate to do you like this   Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click      It's the young high-roller, the talk of New York   David got my neck lookin' like a lightning bolt   I'm in that two-door Range Stormer   My truck plush, and the wheels are the size of rims on a school bus      I need that Bill Gates money, that's fifty-one billion   Six hundred Ki's, that's fifty-one million   Me and 50 in Hollywood, with Quincy Jones   Since the Feds bought Nextel, I trashed my phone      Listen homes, everything glisten homes   Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome   You move your weight in the car, I move weight by the carload   I dropped in Marcy in a Murcielago      My connect is a Cuban named Flaco   With my aim, you a human taco   Meetin' shells, yo the Feds tryin' to peep our sales   My daughter grow up, she in Harvard and Yale, yeah      We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air   No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here   Oh man homey, hate to do you like this   Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click      We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air   No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here   Oh man homey, hate to do you like this   Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click      You see me rollin', Mack-10 showin' out the window   When you catchin' me shootin' out the Coup, then switch your lane   You don't want me creepin' two miles an hour, with my seat low   'Cause I'll hop up out the roof with fully-autos and embed it in your brain      It's like fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the blood of a jealous ass punk   One, two, three hundred shots   Fittin' to ring off them things off, and cook the block   Old people, the pets and the kids   Whoever in the way, them strays gon' hit      And we don't give a fuck about the police nigga   This ain't Manhattan, this Queens nigga   We're immune to the violence, it's nothin' to me   Fuck 'em they don't give a fuck about P   If they could kill me, believe me, they would      That's why I set it off, and I get 'em real good   When them street, lights, come on nigga   You best, have, your gun on nigga   'Cause tonight we ride and you die   As soon as I walk up, or drive-by      We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air   No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here   Oh man homey, hate to do you like this   Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click      We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air   No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here   Oh man homey, hate to do you like this   Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click